Re: Mitsubishi Cedia Sports- the Red Beast! That's the damage done to the left passenger door there. It's a noticeable dent and a seres of scratches on the indentation.
I was crossing on my signal and this other cart pushing bloke just kept coming on. I usually give right of way to all those who push/pull vehicles etc themselves, but this push cart was empty and the guy was a strapping young man who was merrily singing his way through.
I was at the signal, saw him from across the road, and went for it as mine went green. I even saw him starting, and increased my speed to keep margin, suspecting that he'd not stop, which he did not.
But out of some stroke of chance, he just let the cart freewheel and lifted himself up onto the pushing end, on his arms, the way kids do behind vehicles, with feet getting of the ground.
I saw that through the corner of my eye as I really really keep margins for all such activities in traffic, and then I saw his cart's front left corner-tip disappear from my left side window glass, and my heart sank when I heard that loud clank and then the harsh scraping sound.
When I looked around in dismay, the man was smailing back at me waving at me to go on, and motioning that nothing happened.
There was quite a bit of traffic behind me since I was first at the signal, but then that scraping sound was echoing in my ears, so I decided against it.
I got down to inspect the damage and the guy kept laughing as if I was unnecessarily bothering as there was no damage, and went on to tell me that too.
He even referred to me as 'unkill' (read uncle); and I am only 32; but that's another story.
The rear door had this gash and was dented inward too.
I would've let it pass; and usually settle for a sorry or even an apologetic look, but this man was asking for it.
There was a much bigger incident involving a water tanker and my Accent on LBS Marg in December last; and basically the trucker had mounted his left front wheel on to my bonnet from the right, while I was maintaining my 'imaginary' lane.
That alone cost me a badly torn trye, right fender job, wheel rim repair and a full new front fender. And I did not even raise my voice since the guy got down and apologized that his steering locked out, which it did and the tanker was immovable temporarily.
Cut back to the cart pushing bloke, so I had to grab him, get him closer to the door to show him what he did; and still he laughed and said something, which got lost in a sudden loud noise.
That noise, ladies and gentlemen, was his entire left face coming and ensconcing itself into the palm of my right hand, in a much hurried and hurting fashion.
I don't believe in using brute force on people as a rule, but people like these and instances like such just happen to remind me that sometimes, actions do speak louder than words.
The 'action' had a magical impact on not just the bloke, but to the rickshaw guy who was yelling to move the car, the guy at the wheel in the Innova yelling obscenities, the bunch of 4-5 young guys coming running from across the road and maybe a few more around; but suddenly the rickshaw guy sat back quietly and waited in his rick, the Innova guy stopped honking and rolled up his window, and as for those guys darting across the road: well I asked them if they were looking to run into my other limbs, and they dispersed.
Oh yes, all this while, for some strange reason the laughing bloke who scratched my car was on the road, on all fours, frantically looking for something he dropped maybe. He got up and surprisingly apologized, profusely. It was the way and tone in which he said that, wth the apparent difficulty, that I deduced that it's liquid diet next few days for him.
My wife kept laughing at this incident when I narrated it once home, but I felt as if that cart had come and jabbed me in the ribs and scarred me bad, not my car; and no: for the record, it was not because he called me 'unkill'.
Last edited by mandheers : 9th March 2011 at 15:36.
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